"So that's it. It seems that in order to kill them, they have to be brain-dead. No wonder he can kill the cripple. It seems that this group of people knows how to kill those mutated weirdos very well, which means that they must be related to this matter."
"This is politics." Ning Tutu said with a smile, "Huo Xinlan, who came to save you later, reaped the benefits."
I was silent for a long time and then suddenly said, "Old Ning, I think there is only one quickest and most effective way to figure things out."
"I know what you want to say." Ning Tutu smiled, "Isn't it right to go straight to Huanglong?"
"right!"
"But you just failed once. Dapeng Golden Wing Mountain is not that easy to enter."
"If it doesn't work once, just twice, you can always get in. And now, haven't there been people who have removed the obstacles for us? Without the threat of Mawang Valley, it will be easier to enter Dapeng Golden Wing Mountain."
"Now we don't know whether we are the enemy or not."
"Old Ning, don't be nagging, just tell me if you are willing to help me?"
"Haha, you kid, I knew you were just going to do this." Ning Tutu seemed to have known what I was going to say, and smiled, "I can help you, but you have to change your mind."
"What's the idea?"
"If we can find one person, maybe some dusty secrets will be solved."
"who?"
"This man's name is Zhuge Longyun. He is a professor who studies Tibetan history. He may not know everything about the matter, but there are some key clues. If you ask him, he may be able to provide some new clues."
"Okay, I'll go find him right now."
"Hey, hey, don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet."
"What's wrong?"
"There is intelligence that a group of foreign forces are preparing to send agents to assassinate Professor Zhuge."
"Who is this Zhuge Longyun? He actually caused assassination by foreign forces?" I was puzzled: "How can a history teacher arouse such great interest from enemy agents?"
"This Zhuge Longyun specializes in the study of Yi Zhi. To put it bluntly, it is about gods and ghosts. However, this is where he is clever. This kind of knowledge involves a lot of geography, folk customs, and religious content, and the system is very complicated."
"Are you really sure that Zhuge Longyun can help me?"
"Try it, this person must be very important, otherwise, why would foreigners touch him?"
"British?"
Ning Tutu nodded and said: "Nine times out of ten!"
In this way, things became clear. The involvement of the British made things turn around, and many invisible clues slowly surfaced.
"I have arranged a helper for you."
"helper?"
"As for which helper it is, I'll give it a try first, and then you'll know."
After Ning Rabbit gave up, I stopped asking any more questions. Early the next morning, I took Cheng Yiyun and set off for Beijing.
Zhuge Longyun is actually not a famous figure in Peking University. Although his knowledge can be recognized by the academic community today, it was not serious knowledge in ancient times, so it was relatively unpopular, especially at Peking University where academicians gathered.
No starlight.
As soon as we entered his office, we saw that he was wearing lifeless reading glasses and asked without raising his head, "Are you here for the ancient Tibetan religion?"
He didn't spare any circles and hit the mark with every word he spoke.
I was quite surprised and said, "Professor Zhuge can do calculations. How can you tell our identities at a glance?"
I found Zhuge Longyun to be more unpredictable than I thought.
Zhuge Longyun smiled and said:
"It's been sixty years, which is exactly the same period of time. Sixty years ago, someone was looking for the mystery of the ancient Tibetan religion, and now you are also..."
"What? Someone tried to find out this secret sixty years ago?"
"A few days ago, my classmates in the UK persuaded me to cooperate with the British, and I realized that this matter might not be hidden."
"It seems someone is one step ahead of us?"
"Not only the British, but also the people of the ancient Tibetan religion are not idle. My family is still facing threats from them!"
"Is there such a thing?"
"Forget it, it's in vain for you to ask me. I don't know more than you do. I'm just a teacher, not a spy or an agent."
"But your knowledge can help us. By helping us, you are helping yourself and your family!"
"Really? But what's the use of this? Once the secret of the Tibetan religion becomes a reality, everything will be over. No one knows that the Soviets interrogated Hitler's personal bodyguard, SS Major General Hofsmann, but
He also didn’t know what Hitler’s intention was in finding that lama.”
Zhuge Longyun suddenly said this. I was a little confused and asked: "Aren't the British looking for you? Why are the Soviets and Germans also involved?"
"During the two days of interrogating the lama, Hitler repeatedly signaled others to leave, leaving only the guard regiment colonel Rorcha. Two days later, Hitler ordered the execution of the lama and also poisoned Rorcha. After Hitler's death, this shocking secret
Just be destroyed together with him in the flames of gasoline."
What Zhuge Longyun said has actually been circulated among unofficial historians. It is not groundless. He was studying Yi Zhi. I am afraid it would be more than enough to tell this kind of story for a year and a half.
For sixty years, this matter has been the focus of secret research in the military and historical circles of various countries. It is known as the first of the "Top Ten Unsolved Mysteries of World War II". With the passage of time, other mysteries about World War II have been revealed.
Gradually unraveled, at present, there is only one last suspense left in the "Top Ten Unsolved Mysteries": the Tibetan Lama.
"Professor Zhuge, do you have any evidence for what you said?"
"Young people, the biggest evidence is the lack of evidence. If the culture of the Central Plains is a material world society with highly developed material civilization, then Tibet is a consciousness society with highly developed spiritual realm." Zhuge Longyun said confidently, "If you see
You will have this feeling after reading "King Gesar". As the longest epic in the world, its word count exceeds the sum of the "three major epics in the world" such as "Homer's Epic" and "Plato's Epic"; it has millions of words.
An epic poem and a highly developed literary wisdom cannot be created by a backward nation."
"Even so, I still can't agree with you."
"In the 19th century, there was an Englishman who was a priest and an archaeologist. He lived in Tibet for thirty years and visited and recorded the legends and content of ancient Tibetan religion through various channels. But later
He committed suicide mysteriously."
"British, does this person have anything to do with the Tibetan religion?"
"Yes!" Surprisingly, Zhuge Longyun nodded with certainty, "His death was not an accident, but a necessity. As a scholar, his research can undoubtedly be recorded in history, but as a priest, he
The belief is..."
I understand.
"Professor Zhuge, one more thing, please pay attention to your safety. Since the British are attacking you, they must take action."
"Hahaha..." Zhuge Longyun laughed boldly, "I am about to die. Don't worry. I am a commoner with great ambition. Even if I die, I will not dare to betray my country and seek glory."
Walk
After leaving the gate of Peking University, Si Weiqi forwarded a call through Sister Meng, telling me that Cheng Yiyun and I would go to Siberia first, where the helpers prepared by Lao Ning were there.
"It seems that the British sent a terrible killer to carry out the plan to assassinate Zhuge Longyun." I speculated, otherwise the careful Si Weiqi would not let me risk leaving at this moment.
"Why can't the matter of protecting Zhuge Longyun be left to those who make peace?"
"No." I refused decisively, "Under the current situation, this clue is in our hands. At best, it is our bargaining chip. At worst, it may be the magic weapon to win!"
Spring begins in March, and horses are galloping on the real prairie. The blue sky, white clouds, and distant mountains and silver lakes all form the background. After passing Manchuria, we reach the Hulunbuir Prairie in the east, and then we reach the Mongolian border. There are no traces of the deserted border towns in the past.
Now it is peaceful, peaceful and full of vitality.
Passing through Mongolia and heading north, the scenery is exotic.
Along the way north, we stayed in yurts and ate "hand-grilled meat", experiencing the authentic flavor of the grasslands along the way; fried fish, grilled fish and stewed fish were all served together, which was so fresh on the shores of Hulun Lake that people almost swallowed their tongues.
A whole fish feast; milk, black tea, and boiling water make a fragrant milk tea, eggs, cream, and flour are fried into an omelette and then served with homemade jam, and bread is served with Russian soup, and a spoonful of fresh cream is added.
On a journey that forgot the hustle and bustle of the city and its tackiness, I soon reached my destination: Chita.
At the beginning of spring, the ice and snow in Siberia begin to melt.
Chita is an authentic Siberian town that was the place of exile for revolutionaries. This mysterious city that once prohibited outsiders from entering has now attracted more people's attention.
Lenin Square, the prison, the Decembrist Church and the monument of the 17th century are historical traces, the Pushkin Library has a collection that makes the residents proud, and it is amazing that the small city of Chita has so many theaters
, music halls and cinemas, even children have no shortage of puppet shows to watch, which shows that Russians have a high interest in life.
Standing on Lushan and overlooking Chita, the entire town is completely surrounded by snow-covered prairie and vast forest. Due to proper protection, the grassland here is fertile; in the northeast is a large area of ​​virgin forest, and the air is filled with the refreshing scent of pine, and the pine forest is mixed with
But it is the long-fascinated birch forest. The crystal-clear Chita River gushes out from the dense forest, filling the surrounding air with the moist aroma of the fragrant forest. Scattered ancient European-style buildings line up along the river valley, and the scene is breathtaking.
It feels like stepping into a fairy tale.
We enjoyed the Russian violin and harmonica in a small town bar in the evening. Russian beer is very mellow and strong. Russians like to add vodka to beer. Northeastern people call this "cannon lighting". It is difficult for people who are not good at drinking to leave.
Over three cups.
Ning Rabbit gave me information that the target mission was very likely to show up in this bar tonight. Sure enough, before finishing the beer, I found someone else in the corner. The man was in a black leather trench coat and had a bloated figure. He only focused on drinking.
.
From time to time, several plump Russian women raised their buttocks and invited him. After a while, two big men with Northeastern accents entered the bar and went directly to the corner. It seemed that they had made an appointment.
The Northeastern man ordered a bottle of vodka, handed the man a cigar, and asked, "Brother, are you doing business tomorrow?"
"Of course we have business," the man said.
"They are some rich mainlanders, offering 100,000 RMB." The Northeastern man lit his cigar, took a long puff, and blew smoke rings into the sky.
"You know, I always count people. How many are there?"
"Just San'er."
"The price is right. As per the old rules, you get 30%."
Chapter completed!